I understand why The Therapist didn’t like me. Aside from disliking me as a person, he probably found the problems I brought to him to be particularly annoying.
But oh the man is really missing out now! He doesn’t get to help me cope with my longterm financial issues or my petty dating problems.
I can imagine after a session with me he was probably thinking, will someone, anyone at all, please marry this troublesome woman and remove her from the dating market. Haha, nope, shockingly, I’m not an easy match.
Finally after all this time since December 2024, my sex drive has returned consistently. It would come back intermittently but not for long. Something about how I experienced therapy ending killed it and killed my desire to be in a relationship. It’s been a long time, but now I’m back out there and because there isn’t much to choose from where I am (a lot of single men here smoke for one thing, more than I thought) I’m getting shown profiles of guys in PA, MD, NC and yes, even down in the good ole country of SW Virginia. Good grief. But Life isn’t content with that because it’s too boring apparently, so it had me organically meet a guy locally who I clicked with and who has been asking me out. Trouble is he’s married, and no I’m not doing anything with him, but he did introduce me to his best friend from childhood.
And The Therapist is a lucky man because he doesn’t have me coming to him on Thursday to ask him, Dear Handsome Therapist, how and is there a good, somewhat safe way to navigate dating the best friend of a guy who hasn’t been shy about telling me he’s very attracted to me and is trying to control himself?
And before The Therapist might judge me (which back then he wouldn’t have done, fuck, I love that philosophizing hottie, I give zero fucks who judges me for it) I would’ve laid out the stupid yet perfectly mapped timeline of how I even got into this, which wasn’t my fault. I’m not a woman of magnificent beauty who guys fight over, but I’m a reader and a writer, so my question for The Therapist is, it’s cool to date the friend right? I mean I don’t have to worry that I’m stepping between them at all? That’s not my responsibility to worry about—I think The Therapist would tell me that, but it sure would be hella awkward to be in a dramatic situation like that. I do have a few things figured out—for example, I won’t try to have both of them at the same time one night, which was my natural reaction so we could get along, because that still doesn’t change the fact that the one guy is married, and I’m trying to be good to The Marrieds, even though I think they’re really overrated, no offense.
Yes, The Therapist has lucked out by giving me the boot. He can help real clients with real problems who he has a good relationship with, instead of helping me navigate stupid shit while having to pretend he cares.